Little Snowflake: A dark romance novella, page 10
“Good girl.” He praises, instantly thrusting his finger back inside me.
He finger fucks me, changing pace and rhythm as he curls his finger inside of me, His palm rubs against my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I’m so close to coming but his finger is withdrawn from my body, leaving me feeling empty. I whimper at the sudden loss.
“The blindfold,” he says as his mouth grazes my ear, his hot breath leaving goosebumps throughout my body. “You enjoy it, don’t you?”
My instant reaction is to shake my head and deny it, because it’s something I’ve been ashamed of since I was humiliated about it years ago. I try to grind where his hand was thirty seconds ago, but I’m met with emptiness. Not only have I been left high and dry, but I’m going to be shamed all over again.
“Be honest, Pria. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”
I want to run, but I can’t move. He has me literally tied to the spot which leaves my last minute exit plan completely ruined. With embarrassment heating my cheeks, I tell the truth. “Yes, I enjoy it.” I finish with irritance lining my voice.
“Then why hide your desires?” His question hits deep, but the emotional pain is distracted by the gentle pinch on my nipple.
I moan as the light touch lights me up, but when I don’t respond, he stops. I groan in annoyance, arching my back for some kind of friction but it’s no use.
“Answer the question and you’ll be rewarded.” He encourages.
“My ex boyfriend said it was disgusting that I enjoyed it. That I’m sick and I need help if I’m into that kind of stuff.” I exhale an empty laugh at the memory I buried deep down. “He’s also the same guy who watched incest porn.”
His finger starts flicking and pinching my nipple again, praising me for telling the truth. I don’t miss his jaw clenching against the side of my head.
“He never deserved you, baby. You shouldn’t feel ashamed for what you want.” His hand slowly dips down to my pussy again, and he inserts two fingers this time, making my back arch at the intrusion. My body quickly adjusts to both fingers and instantly I’m reminded how close I was before he stopped. “Do you know how I knew you like to be blindfolded?” He questions as he moves his fingers at a constant pace, adding friction to my clit with the heel of his hand.
I fight the urge to thrust repeatedly to make my orgasm appear quicker. Moans and gasps escape my mouth as I try to process his words. “How?” I whisper, too focused on what’s happening between my legs.
“You like being watched, even though you don't know your audience. You enjoyed eyes on you, but what you see means nothing to you. Your sight was the least needed sense and taking it away heightened all your others. It’s thrilling for you.”
I can’t hold out for much longer, and even though me ten seconds ago was chasing my high, me now wants to hold out just to hear him speak. His voice is silk and seduction. It’s hypnotic.
“Promise me something.” His words are low, almost tender.
“What?” I whimper.
“Stop being ashamed and embrace who you are. If you like the blindfold, use the fucking blindfold.”
My walls start to clench and I can feel my orgasm building inside of me. Yet I’m not sure if it’s because of what his fingers are doing inside of me, or him understanding my biggest shame.
I moan and thrust, chasing that blissful feeling that forces my back to arch and my toes to curl, and just as I’m about to scream in pleasure, his fingers are withdrawn. Again.
I can’t stop the whine that leaves my lips. “Stop torturing me.” I practically beg. All rational thinking is out the window when my body is vibrating like a live wire, I’m desperate for release.
“Promise me.” His stern voice is enough to make me want to obey.
“I promise.”
I feel the smirk rise on his cheek as his is pressed against mine. “I’ve thought about nothing but you for weeks. I’m making the most of this.”
He suddenly moves from behind me, and I debate whether to curse at him for edging me and leaving me, but I swallow my own words when large hands grasp under my thighs, pulling me forward so I’m spread open.
Hot breath fans my core and I gulp at the apprehension. A sudden warm tongue lightly brushes my pussy from the bottom and slowly licks up to my clit, making my back arch in response.
I’m spread wide on display as my dignity was left at the door, but instant relief coats me when I remember we are surrounded by darkness. Or so I thought we were until he speaks again, giving me the impression I’m the only one who can’t see right now.
“So fucking perfect,” he moans. The vibrations from his voice bring me closer to climax as he laps and circles my clit. Like a man who hasn’t eaten in days, he wastes no time tasting every inch of my sex, flicking my clit and tonguing my entrance.
“You taste so fucking good, Pria. I’m going to be delirious with need after tasting you. So fucking addictive.”
He speaks between licks, pushing me closer and closer to my high. The vibrations of his voice give an added sensation, making it impossible for me to hold out. My core begins tightening as my eyes roll back into pure bliss.
He flicks his tongue faster against my clit. “Fuck. Come for me, baby. I want your juice all over my face.”
And just as he instructed, stars blur my vision as my body feels weightless. My toes begin to numb from curling them so hard and my hands clench in need of grasping something for stability. His tongue still laps my swollen clit before drinking in my come. A cloud of paradise surrounds me as my body begins aching with after-orgasm jitters.
“And Pria,” he says but I don’t hear him clearly because of the post-orgasm ringing in my ears. “Next time you so much as think of another man, remember how many times you nearly came on my fingers.”
My body is completely ruined from the intense pleasure it’s just experienced. My muscles are weak, my heart rate still pounds, my ears ring. My brain can barely process what’s just happened. My mind is so focused on trying to think coherently that I don’t feel my hands being untied. I only notice the freedom of being able to move them when I collapse backwards, expecting that warm, hard chest that was there seconds ago, but it’s gone and instead, I barely catch myself from landing flat on my back.
Instantly ripping the blindfold off, my eyes squint at the bright lights shining down on me. All lights are turned back on inside the house and a sudden stillness settles around me. My jelly legs fight with my brain’s choice to stand, but they don’t win. I look out the hallway arch window and see nothing but darkness. Pacing downstairs wearing nothing but a bra, I search throughout the house to find him, but I’m met with nothing.
A blissful high takes over my senses that I understand nothing. I don’t know if I'm in shock or in awe, and it could be my sex drive speaking louder than my rational thinking, but I know I need to see him again.
Even if it's the worst decision I ever make.
16
Tristan
Driving home with an erection is within the top three fucking annoying inconveniences in my life, and I happen to be the perfect model for that situation right now.
It took every nerve in my body to fight the urge to fuck Pria there and then. Her pussy was swallowing my finger and throbbing for more, I should’ve bent her over and fucked her in front of that window, until she came around my cock.
She’s fucking made for me. The way her sweet body reacts to my touch had me nearly coming in my pants. Her delicate moans are music to my ears, and I’m already so desperate to hear her moan again that I debate turning the car around and going back for round two.
Breaking a few speed limits, I drive home at rapid speed just to put some space between us and have an ice cold shower. I need something to take my mind off of Pria; anything to make this erection go down.
The silence within my home is more than welcoming. I’m frustrated enough right now, I’d lose my shit if someone else lived here. My bathroom is up a flight of stairs and I take them two at a time. Flicking the water on the coldest setting, I start undressing and get myself ready for the shower. My solid as steel cock slaps against my stomach as I try to remove my boxers without coming from the friction alone. I can’t remember a time when my cock has been so hard that it makes me feel dizzy. The inconveniences just keep piling up.
Ice-cold water assaults my naked body, making my skin instantly react. Goosebumps appear all over and a chill runs through me. The coldness affects my whole body except my cock, which is still rock hard. I groan in frustration as I stand still like a fucking idiot under the showerhead, waiting for time to speed up.
My mind instantly recalls the last time I had an ice-cold shower. Pria was the centre of my focus again, and I can't help but feel like this is déjà vu. Except this time, I touched her, pleased her and gave her a taste of what she could have every second of every day.
I can still taste her on my tongue. Like bliss and sin, her taste is what I want on my mouth every single fucking day and night, and I’ll stop at nothing to have it.
Frustration builds inside me, and I slam the shower tap off. It’s no fucking use and not helping at all, so I hop into bed, turn the light off, and sleep it off.
***
Sleeping it off turned into waking up with it, and my patience is at an all time low for this shit today. She’s wedged so deep into my mind that she’s got me irritated at my own dick for being hard. This is all her doing; she deserves to know what she does to me.
Yanking open my bedside drawer, I grab the film packaging and pull one out. I unwrap the condom wrapper, throw the wrapper onto the floor and slide the condom over my fully erect cock.
The second my eyes shut, blonde hair assaults my vision. Spread legs, peaked nipples and a perfect pussy play on repeat like a slideshow as I pump up and down my dick. Bringing a flashlight so I could drink in my perfect snowflake’s body was the best idea I had. Her moans and gasps echo throughout my mind, encouraging me to pick up the pace. The way her mouth fell in a perfect O shape when she came fills me with a sense of primal need to repeat the same activities as last night.
The sheer thought of Pria coming into my mouth is enough for me to reach my high as I spill my load into the condom. With each pump, a new rope of come spurts from my cock. My vision blurs as euphoria takes over me, but the devil on my shoulder tells me how much better it would be if it was Pria’s mouth around my cock instead of my own hand. The vision of her lips around my cock makes my dick twitch. I push the thought away before I get hard again.
Getting up and getting myself ready for the day, I find a small gift box in my office and place the tied up condom inside of it. Finding my signature emerald-green envelope and wax melt, I address it to my little snowflake. Pulling out a piece of paper, I write out a letter to Pria before sealing the envelope and grabbing the gift box.
I chuck on a black hoodie, grab my car keys and drive to Pria’s. I catch the mailman before he delivers her post, and I make a sudden decision to give him the letter and giftbox to pass on. Knocking on her door in daylight is risky and isn’t the kind of danger I want to expose myself to. I have time to hide before she receives the gift box and letter.
I pull my car around the back of her yard as I hide within the treeline, watching every inch of her house. The mailman knocks on her door, and judging by the way he passes over her mail, she must have answered.
I watch as she opens the letter, and even from a distance I notice how her body lights up with excitement. She’s learned how much she enjoys being watched, and I enjoy watching her.
Reaching into my pocket, I feel a swatch of lace. Pulling out the fabric, I recognise them as Pria’s lace panties from last night. My fist clenches them as my cock twitches in exhilaration, knowing I need to taste her again before I lose my fucking mind. I fight the desperate need to bring them to my nose, to smell my snowflakes essense on them because that would mean spending the day with another insatiable hard on. Staying away from her is like separating two magnets; we’re pulled together by nature, and separating us is nearly impossible.
17
Pria
Waking up tired or groggy is my norm, but today I woke up feeling positive and flourished. My body feels like it’s been given a clean bill of health, like there's a glow of freshness surrounding me, but in reality, my body is thanking my stalker for the orgasm last night. I feel refreshed, and the only ache residing in me is the one in between my legs, begging for his touch again.
Deep down, I’m thanking him for the acceptance too. For the first time in my life, I feel normal for having sexual desires and fantasies. Not only did he not shame me for it, he helped me embrace it and brought me pleasure from it. It feels good to feel understood.
Productiveness lights a match under me, forcing me to get up and tick off multiple things on my mental to do list.
I start my day off with a hot bubble bath and a book. I’ve chosen fantasy for today; it seems fitting for my current situation. Not because my love interest has wings, but because I’m living in a fantasy world thinking my current situation could have a happy ending.
The thought forces a lump in my throat, but I swallow it down. I started the day off feeling good, I’m not letting myself overthink today into being a bad day.
I fight the urge to have a glass of wine while I soak all my issues away. A hot bath and a chilled glass of wine go together like a tennis ball and a dog; they’re just meant to be.
Hot water sloshes over my bare skin as I lower myself into the bath, and I can feel my productivity melting away as my body relaxes. Steam rises and settles on my face and blonde hairline, making small droplets of sweat gather.
Sweeping my stray hairs out of my face, I grab my book and open it at chapter one.
The book consumes me as time runs away. I’m sucked into a fictional world that makes me feel every emotion I’m capable of feeling. I’m present in our world, but mentally I’m in a different world, living an imaginary character's life, imagining it’s my own.
Ashy’s high pitched meow brings me back to the present, reminding me he’s hungry and ready for his breakfast. Sighing at him, I place my book down and grab my towel.
Chucking on some sweats and letting my blonde locks fall down my back, I make my way downstairs to make breakfast.
First, I make Ashy’s, because he’s the needy one. Then Bucky’s. And finally, my own. I decide on a strawberry and blueberry oat bowl and an iced-coffee.
Last night was the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
My mind distracts itself, constantly going back to the same faceless, nameless man with the same crazy talented tongue.
I wouldn’t say I have a ton of experience, but I’ve dated a few guys in the past. Sex with them was average. One wouldn’t even give oral because he believed men should only receive and not give. I wish I bit his dick off when I had the chance.
Judging how good my orgasm was last night, I think it’s safe to assume my stalker has experience in that department. I can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of him practicing on other women. But then I remember how good it felt to be on the receiving end last night and suddenly my jealousy washes away. It’s replaced with satisfaction, and then obscurity. I don’t know if I’ll experience last night ever again.
Joy and safety should be filling me, but instead it’s despair and loss. I want to see him again, and I don’t care if I’m putting myself in danger. At least if anything bad happens to me, I’m going out satisfied and not full of what ifs.
Chimes from the doorbell echo throughout the house, making me jump from my slouching position in the kitchen. Pacing towards the front door, I pause, questioning whether it could be him, but curiosity gets the best of me and I peek through the peephole. It’s only the mailman.
Swinging the door open, I collect my mail and shut it before flicking through the letters. Bills, a letter from Mamma, and more bills.
I’m about to throw the unopened letters into the letter holder when an emerald-green envelope catches my eye. I dump the other letters down on the hallway cabinet as I examine the envelope. Underneath the envelope is a small, white gift box with an emerald-green bow attached.
I frown at the gift, before walking into the kitchen to open them. First I start with the letter, sliding the flap open and pulling out the familiar old paper. I open it up, revealing the neat, calligraphy writing that I’ve grown fond of.
Little Snowflake,
Your pussy is a drug and I’m already addicted.
Tasting you was a blessing; something as precious as your pussy should be a one time thing. But you won’t be able to keep me away.
You can lock your doors, chain them shut and hold a gun at me and I’d still pry your legs apart just to bury my face between them. I’d die a fucking happy man.
I’m desperate for my next fix.
XO
P.S. This is what you do to me. Next time I’ll be pumping my come inside you.
Your soft lips to all my lips
blow hot
breath everywhere
Your tongue to my tongue
taste me
everywhere
Your fiery desires to fulfil all my desires
cry out loud
love fountains everywhere
– Naked Soul
Thick need settles low in my belly at the tone within the letter. Possession and desperation radiates off my stalker, and knowing that he wants me just as much as I want him heats my veins with liquid need.
I place the letter down and pick up the small gift box. Anticipation builds inside me as I slowly pull the emerald-green bow. It slowly unravels and I lift the lid off the box.
A condom tied at the top with a quarter full, ivory liquid inside of it. His come.
This is what I do to him.
The gift feels erotic. Personal. Vulgar. My legs squeeze together to dull the ache radiating from my core. I want him to finish inside of me instead of inside a condom. I want to taste him. Touch him.
